The more I see, the more I know
Power that’s downright abusive….

Poem about the absolute idiocy of the current UK situation.

I wrote this poem about relationship where women are mistreated and accepting it for love. Its not love, it is all the problems your man has. So what I see is stop blaming them for it, stop allowing it to happen. Take your pride with you and leave. This is the true strength of a woman. Keep your pride.

How golden is the sunlight.

As a human being’s birthright, true freedom should be regarded as the "vitamin" for the spirit and a priceless "supplement" for the soul.

It is sad to see the cycle of deprivation in motion.

My sincerest regards.

These are a few poems I have made, maybe you’ll enjoy them.

One hypothesis regarding stress and anxiety is that there are too many numbers. Some suggest that only a few numbers are, in fact, necessary. In this article we will explore both ideas.

A poem to the man I fell for when it was already too late.